Saturday, July 04, 2009

BLACK CATS ZEBRAS AND BOMBS

On one Fourth of July I woke up and thought that I was hearing the start of World War III.

It wasn't.

It was just a fusillade of fireworks: Popping! Hissing! Fizzles!My lust for fireworks and the anticipation to ignite them arrived long before my puberty and confused adolescence.

In June I began looking for the first sentinels of July Fourth:FIREWORKS STANDS.As good as waiting for Christmas and Easter.

There must be something innate in humans to want to explode “things”.

To hear loud noises.

Smoke and sulfur don’t bother us that much.Unless it's the Devil.

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Reverie

The beautiful face of a childLooked across the open worldAnd saw the sky and ocean turn upside down.All the myriad stars fell into the hairOf the beautiful childAnd he burned like a sun.And on another intelligent planetThe face of another beautiful childSmiled as he saw in the dark heavensA huge brilliant explosionOf ten billion starsDisappearing.It was the Fourth of July.